This is a song about "Winnie the po"

Where the fuck the chorus

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

From the gutter to the roof

Niggas die over shoes

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Maybe my next line could be fuck the bloody po po

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the